201 men approached him in a ragged half-circle. They hesitated some twelve or fifteen feet away from him. Trevelyan glanced from man to man around him. He put his tongue out and ran it over his lips. " Well," he said, " if n you gonna whup me, why don't you do hit?" " Trevelyan," Mr. Munn went on through the cloth of his mask, "it's not a whipping." He went closer. "It's not a whipping," he repeated. "You tried to blackmail Sorrell. You tried twice. Do you deny it?" " I ain't sayen I did, and I ain't sayen I didn't," Trevelyan answered slowly, almost meditatively. Mr. Munn went closer. His head was thrust forward a little as he stared at the man who formed the centre of the tightening half-circle. "You did," Mr. Munn said. "You took an oath and then you broke it. You were going to sell out, Trevelyan. Weren't you, Trevelyan?" The man made no reply. He seemed, for the moment, to be looking across the open space toward the black woods. Mr. Munn took another step forward. He held the pistol in his hand now. In his hand it felt cold and foreign. "You did, Trevelyan. You went to see Sorrell again yesterday afternoon. You threatened him. He ordered you off his place, and you knocked him down. Then you telephoned that deputy and saw him and tried to make a deal with him about turning Sorrell in, but not having to testify-----" Mr. Munn took another step. "Didn't you, Trevelyan?" Trevelyan replied: "You ain't skeeren me. Not none of you. Nor air man." " Didn't you, Trevelyan-----" " Go on and whup me," Trevelyan said. "Didn't you, Trevelyan?" Mr. Munn thought: I am talk- ing to him and as long as I talk to him we will not do it, I will not do it. That's why I'm talking to him; why don't we go on and do it? He looked about him at the other men. They held pistols in their hands, but their faces were covered. It seemed to him that only the hands holding the pistols, not those blank.